i work in a call center at a hotel... and it sucks...i've been working since i was 16. my daddy didn't want me to get a job. he told me that once i started i wouldn't want to stop. i wanted to buy a prom dress so i wasn't tryna hear him. so... here i am... 5 years deep in the work force, working my 9th terrible job.
ok... so they haven't all been terrible and this one isn't always bad, but as of late i have been wishing i hadn't started working in high school. there is something great about having my own money coming in. and i've always felt like a bum when i was unemployed, even when i didn't have any bills. sadly, gone are the days of working for a prom dress that my parents are going to buy anyway. now it's work or don't eat. work or get evicted. work or your car won't start.
now... back to this sucky job. for 8 hours a day i sit on the phone catering to people who treat me like i am only here to serve them. sure... i am in the hospitality industry and sure not all the guests are terrible... but it's enough. and i hate it. hospitality is not my thing.
i really wanna go home.
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